You’ve been enemies with Patrick for quite a while, even though you guys used to be childhood best friends, Patrick has yet to consider you an equal when you moved back in town. As much as avoids you, you two still find some sort of connection.

“I can tell when you stare, myra.” He says, his rough voice making a significant appearance. His voice is low and rather bothered by your presence. His fingers meticulously continuously flicking his lighter on and off, something he plans to resurrect for his amusement.

“What do you want?” He mumbles. You stand in the dark alleyway, wanting the spot to yourself.